The White Ladies of Worcester
"Once upon a time, when Sister Mary Antony was young, and fair to look upon--Nay, wink not thy naughty eye----"
THE PRIORESS PASSES
A key turned slowly in the lock of the oaken door at the entrance to the underground way.
The old lay-sister seized her wallet and pulled out the bag of peas.
Below, the heavy door swung back upon its hinges.
Mary Antony dropped upon her knees to the right of the steps, her hands hidden beneath her scapulary, her eyes bent in